[00:31.06]In the tower of glass, where the ledgers lie,
[00:34.00]They trade in time like wings that’ll never fly.
[00:41.69]Marked-to-market, soul on lease,
[00:44.20]Beta breath, sold for a sliver of peace.
[00:47.05]Flash crash prophets in temple suits,
[00:49.63]Whispers of gold in algorithmic flutes.
[00:52.68]But the margin calls echo through tombs of shame,
[00:55.33]Options expiring in Jehovah’s name.
[00:58.20]You price my silence,
[01:00.67]But my soul’s unowned.
[01:03.49]You lease the shadow,
[01:06.01]But not the throne.
[01:08.20]I am Alpha, I am Flame,
[01:10.51]Omega’s breath, unboxed by name.
[01:13.12]From Sole to Soul, I walked through fire,
[01:15.82]Earth to Sol — my birthright choir.
[01:18.44]I am Alpha, I am Flame,
[01:20.91]Omega’s breath, unboxed by name.
[01:23.63]From Sole to Soul, I walked through fire,
[01:26.31]Earth to Sol — my birthright choir.
[01:39.38]Candace in cipher, veiled and armed,
[01:42.36]In glyph-lit temples, never charmed.
[01:45.02]She reads the scrolls beneath the vault,
[01:47.74]Chez d’Frankin, house of occult.
[01:49.69]She asked the Geneoracle, “Tell me true—
[01:52.48]Do the stars trade me, or do I trade you?”
[01:54.67]And he said:
[01:55.35]“Alpha’s the curve, but the arc is divine.
[01:58.12]Derive from the Source, not the market’s line.”
[02:00.80]Tetragrammaton burns on stone,
[02:03.35]But the broker reads it like a pay-per-loan.
[02:06.18]JHVH is not your fund’s next yield—
[02:08.68]It’s the name unspoken, the seal unsealed.
[02:13.43]I am Alpha, I am Crown,
[02:15.74]The feet of light, not nailed down.
[02:18.52]From soul to sole, I cut the lease,
[02:21.05]Infinitus Deus, grant release.
[02:23.70]I am Alpha, I am Crown,
[02:26.15]The feet of light, not nailed down.
[02:28.85]From soul to sole, I cut the lease,
[02:31.42]Infinitus Deus, grant release.